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Mockingbird:
Fly, fly;
Up into the sky,
To the whole world you cry,
Into the space you vocalize.
Of the small love that spread between us;
And make it disperse to the universe.
Sing, sing, dear birds;
Of an endless song that soon becoming sacred,
Gleefully allure of those who hurt;
Peacefully captivate of those who are seeking comfort.
Till the present you are alive;
To preserve the land with a melody;
A melody of none other than you and me,
Hence cast away the melancholy.
Mortal Horizon